| Yeah! |
| Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
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| Uh, right, let the beat ride
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| Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
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| There’s power in your street light and nothing in you streets, yeah
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| So you want to fence about it, you know you dancin' these days
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| Intensity don’t even make me tense
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| And she can’t ask my moms about it, talk to my pops about it
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| Yeah, I watched every thought balloon pop and still
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| You living in the dark about it
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| Still sing with your radio and you only use your mouth for that
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| My throat swells from the raps
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| Like a swollen tongue and lips that stay chapped, I’m like, yeah
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| Yeah, my generation got clowned
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| And still my surroundings can’t even make a sound
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| You say you can’t find the words and I say
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| Yeah, I’ve stolen more than one from your lost and found
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| Looking at my like
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| Don’t make a (shhh), don’t make a sound
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| Look at me nervous, got your finger on your mouth, like
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| Don’t make a (shhh), don’t make a sound
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| But you don’t have to be so shy (shy) shy (shy)
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| You don’t have to be so shy (shy) shy (shy)
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| Shy (shy) shy (shy)
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| Shy (shy) shy (shy)
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| You don’t have to be so
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| You don’t have to be so shy (shy) shy (shy)
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| Shy (shy) shy (shy)
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| You don’t have to be so shy (shy) shy (shy)
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| Shy (shy) shy (shy)
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| Shy (shy) shy (shy)
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| You don’t have to be so
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| You don’t have to be so shy
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| They got it all, give you nothing
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| Claim that it works that way
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| Hey, cause power got you paid
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| Power zip, sour lips and get a tyrant 50 holes up in his brain
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| Depends on the way you complain
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| I see the style, yeah
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| We take it easy cause we raised that way
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| Straight lazy stuck in the same haze
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| The way you killin' time crazy
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| Ways to keep livin' the same day
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| Shot, shacked up and safe, maybe
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| But maybe, you’re a sucker and it lives in your blood
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| So maybe it’ll be the same for your babies, change it
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| I said what I meant, I’m making sense with all of my breath spent, man
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| Cause rap shit don’t even make me rent
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| Don’t make a (shhh) don’t make a sound
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| Look at me nervous, got your finger on your mouth
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| Like don’t make a (shhh) don’t make a sound
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| That’s why I ride on the city bus, on the city blocks
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| And laugh at the city cops
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| Why? |
| 'Cause they idiots
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| I ride on the city bus, on the city blocks
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| And laugh at the city cops
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| Why? |
| Yo, why not?
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| (Shy, shy, shy, there’s no need to be
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| Shy, shy, shy) |